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MORNING POEM
I Woke Up Early Morning,
The Earth Lay Cool and Still
When Suddenly A Little Bird Perched upon my Window
Sill,
He Sang so Lovely,
So Carefree and So Gay,
That Slowly all my Trouble's
Began To Fade Away,